I am sitting in someone else’s living room where I'm internalizing a good balance of welcome and hospitality.
Today, I remind myself that I am poor. I cannot leave it nor forsake it. I am poor. What does it mean that I am poor?
I cannot think clearly. Should I just sleep? I wish I had someone to talk to and something to talk about. But I don’t remember
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